How would I Inflate You 4: Live Free or Inflate Hard

It was a brisk Autumn day when you made the mistake of sharing a bench with me in the crowded park.

"Good morning," I said, and you nodded a half-hearted reply, trying not to be rude without initiating a conversation.

While you went about your business reading the newspaper, I surreptitiously allowed a small stick of gum to slip from my pocket and onto the bench between us. It was a minute or two before you noticed it, but when you did your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to ask, "Is this yours?"

"What?" I said. "No, certainly not. You can have it."

"I don't want it," you said. But even as you spoke you realized that it wasn't true. You could really go for a piece of gum right about then, and the package around the stick proclaimed it to be Blueberry Flavor, one of your favorites. You tried to be inconspicuous as you reached for the gum, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth.

You knew you had made the right choise as soon as the intense flavor hit your taste buds and washed over you. It was easily the best blueberry gum you'd ever had -- no -- the best gum, period! The gum was making your mouth remarkably wet, too. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that you were actually gulping down 100% pure blueberry juice, though that was, of course, preposterous.

"You aren't looking right, there," I said, jolting you out of your reverie.

"Huh?" you said, noting with a twinge of embarassment that some liquid had spilled out of your mouth and dribbled down your chin, onto your shirt. You looked down to examine the fallen liquid and realized, to your great surprise, that it was a solid, dark blue. You were even more shocked when you saw your hand. Your entire hand had somehow turned a deep azure. You glanced at your other hand, and found it to be the same. You rolled up your sleeve partway, and saw that your arm, too, was blue. So, upon further inspection, were your feet, your legs, your chest, and, you could only assume, your face. People's heads were beginning to turn your way. Some were stopping to watch you.

"What the hell is this?" you gasped. "The gum . . . ?"

"Undoubtedly the gum," I said, rising to my feet.

"What?" You rose to your feet as well. "Do you know something about this? What's happening?"

But I ignored your entreaties and began waving to the crowd, urging them to gather around closer and get a better look at you. I removed my hat and placed it on the ground, indicating a request for donations.

"Come one, come all, come see the astounding, confounding blueberry man!" I shouted over the din of the confused parkgoers. "Today only, he will undergo a curious transformation for your amusement!"

"Wait, is it not over?" you asked.

As if in answer, someone pointed at you and shouted, "Look at his belly!"

Sure enough, your abdomen was undergoing a swift and profound change. Where formerly you had been trim and flat, you were now sporting a visible gut that was expanding before your very eyes, and the eyes of the parkgoers. Very soon it was the size of the beach ball, and by then some of your other extremities had begun to join in. Your thighs bloated, your chest surged, and your ass swelled. As you grew larger and larger, and more and more of you joined in on the party, your clothes got tighter and tighter. Your shirt was the first to go, revealing your bare chest and huge blue belly to the crowd. Your cheeks turned a noticeably darker shade.

"That's right, ladies and gentlemen," I said, as one individual tossed a dollar into the hat and came in closer to observe you. Another individual did the same, approaching you close enough to give your belly an investigative prod.

"Hey," I snapped at them. "You'll all get a chance to roll him later, but for now keep your hands to yourself."

It wasn't long before your limbs started to lose definition. Your flailing arms lost much of their ability to move as they merged more and more with the globe that your body was becoming. Your legs did the same, and you were soon left rocking on the bulbous region that had formerly been your crotch. Aside from your underwear, which was still relatively intact, your clothing was mostly in tatters. By the time you stopped changing shape there were few features left to distinguish you from a massive blueberry, save for your hands, feet, head, and the vague suggestion of what had once been your butt. You towered over the crowd and several of the smaller trees, being some 10 or more feet across the showing no sign of stopping. While your shape was no longer rapidly changing, the same could not be said at all for your size. And with every inch that you grew, you could feel an uncomfortable tightness beginning to manifest.

"You've all been very patient," I said to the parkgoers, many of whom had gone in for a closer look and were now circling you inquisitively. "But the best part is yet to come! The rolling! That's right folks, you can roll this unfortunate fellow around to your heart's content, until he can roll no more! Just try to stand clear when our young man's bubble -- *aheh* -- bursts. I won't be responsible for your cleaning expenses."

As the hands of the parkgoers began to press into you, and you could feel yourself tilting, a rising panic gripped you and you tried to call out, to no avail. Your swollen cheeks muffled your voice, and anyway your mouth was still full of pumping juice at all times. You had no recourse whatsoever as you felt yourself tip all the way over and begin to roll over the grass and between the trees. You could feel the wind rushing over you, the grass and crunchy leaves beneath, the hands of the parkgoers pressing into you, and the tightness inside growing more and more pronounced with every second. How could this have happened to you? How could this be? The overwhelming sensations drowned these questions out.

You didn't know how long you rolled for, but the pressure within your body was nearly unbearable by the time you finally came to a stop, your head facing the sky in a clearing of soft grass. With the wind no longer roaring in your ears, you could hear the strange sounds that your body was making: heavy creaking and groaning, suggesting that the end was near at hand. The parkgoers had realized this. Many of them were fleeing behind trees, crouching behind rocks, or simply sprinting out of range. Only I approached you, striding into the clearing and coming to a stop beside your upward-facing head. I looked down at you, and you looked up at me, and I grinned.

"Thanks for being such a good sport," I said.

BOOM!

Disclaimer for All: This was an unusually lengthy story for me! Unless it's a slow night, don't anybody expect me to give you something of this breadth and length! I will always try my best to fulfill a request satisfactorily, but I won't always get this carried away!

It was nearly 7:00 on a Friday night, and morale at the office was nearing an all-time low. Just about every worker had been ordered to stay late without overtime pay, and none dared refuse, save for you. You had been staying late with no overtime for six weeks and counting now, and you were no longer going to take it. Your coworkers all warned you against it. They had been at the company longer than you had, and claimed to have seen things you hadn't seen, but you weren't bothered. What were they going to do, fire you? You'd had it up to here with the constant impositions on your precious time, and you were having no more of it. You told me as much when you confronted me in my office, throwing in a few colorful insults for good measure and storming out in a self-righteous huff. When you finally got home you collapsed onto your bed immediately to catch up on some much deserved sleep. When you awoke, you found yourself someplace else altogether.

You were not in your own room when you woke up, but in an austere, square cell made of stainless steel. You weren't lying in your bed at all, but rather on a cold metal table. You shivered and rose to a sitting position as you felt the steel against your back, and realized then with no small amount of concern that all of your clothes had been stripped off. You sat on the table, wondering where you were and why you were there, for ages. You were almost relieved when a pair of men in suits arrived and forced you to your feet before dragging you from the room, each holding one of your arms. They carried you down a series of long hallways before finally hefting you through a set of large double doors.

The room you entered then was a kind of amphitheater, with rows of seats surrounding a raised platform in the center. From the middle of the platform, a hollow rubber tube protruded out of the floor. The suited men carried you to the platform and held you there before the people assembled in the rows of seats. Upon closer inspection, once your eyes had grown accustomed to the bright light of the room, you recognized the people as the other workers on your floor. And at a podium in the front row, grinning smugly, I stood holding a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "welcome to yet another employee discipline seminar. Mr. Daemon13 here, who has never witnessed a seminar before, will have the privilege of being our subject for this demonstration. Everybody give him a big hand!"

Your coworkers gave an uncomfortable and half-hearted applause, but it seemed to satisfy me because I signalled them to stop and nodded to the men carrying you. They seemed to understand, and carried you to the center of the platform where they raised you up and suspended you over the rubber tube. You realized what was going to happen about a split-second before it did, but by then it was too late to scream. Your cry was cut short as the men swiftly lowered you onto the tube, which plunged straight up your ass. Fortunately, the tube was well-lubricated and slid easily inside of you. Most of your coworkers winced sympathetically, but some of them seemed enthusiastic.

The tube was more flexible than it initially appeared, but despite your efforts you found yourself unable to disengage yourself from it. Eventually you came to rest in a half-lying, half-sitting position, with most of the tube hidden inside of you. Your head craned forward, you saw me press a button at the podium, and from somewhere far below you a loud whooshing noise could be heard. It grew in volume as it drew nearer and nearer, until finally it was a low, dull roar. That was when you felt the tube start to twitch, and immediately after that you could feel the air start.

The air rushed into your body with dizzying speed and you instantly began to grow. Your butt took the lead, raising you up off of the platform. It felt not unlike sitting on an inflatable cushion (although of course, in this case, you were the cushion). You had never felt anything quite like the feeling that spread through your body in tandem with the air, and it quite took your breath away, so that you gasped as your body jerked and shook from the shock of being filled so quickly. In only a few seconds your belly had gone from flat to beach-ball sized, and it showed no signs whatsoever of stopping. Your upper legs and arms were taking on a conical shape and merging with your torso, your ass was raising you nearly a meter off the platform, and the size and precise shape of your manhood would be better left unmentioned.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for sympathy. Though the majority of your coworkers were frowning, shaking their heads, or even covering their eyes, some of them were grinning, taking pictures, and jeering maliciously. You felt a pang of shame as you watched people who you thought respected you, or even liked you, took devious pleasure in your unjust punishment. Fortunately, you were soon spared the sight of their perverse amusement when your chest and belly swelled up high enought to block your vision. You were almost totally round now, and had mostly stopped changing shape. Your head and extremities had sunken partway into the massive orb that had once been a lithe, body-shaped body. You could feel the air pushing against your taut skin, still rushing into you with its same insistent pace. With each passing second the tightness became more and more pronounced, until it was unbearable and you almost wished that you could just explode and be through with it.

Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had begun, and you sat there on the platform, a nude blimp stuck on a hose. You made a half-hearted effort to struggle, but all you succeeded in doing was rocking back and forth slightly.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," I said, "our disobedient employee has reached his capacity and will soon be leaving us, permanently. If you have any goodbyes, you may say them now."

You strained to hear, but there came no reply.

"I thought not."

You tried to protest that this couldn't be happening. From bloated cheeks you tried to force indignant words, but none came. From somewhere far below, you heard a familiar whooshing noise that built into a low, dull roar, just before-

BOOM!

Hope this is what you were looking for!  I usually write more lighthearted, cartoonish fare; this is my first time writing humiliation/teasing and clothes bursting.

Your girlfriend, Cindy, glared at you from a distance. You where hanging out with a friend of yours from school. But Cindy was't aware that she was simply a friend. " WHat's she have that I dont? CIndy asked herself. She was slim with a decent cup size, long blonde hair with brigh tblue ees, a cute face. She thought she was great. " And then this two timing loser goes behind my back and does this..." she grumbled. She was watching you two from a distanc ein the park. It was a bright sunny day outside, with a few other people in the park. Frowning, she looked around, and saw a clown selling balloons nearby. A grin crossed her face when she saw the large heluim tank's he had. " I think I've got an idea" Cindy said to herself, her smile turning to an evil grin.

She waited until you where alone, conviently near the balloon stand. The clown had left to take his break and the other girl having gone off to the public bathroom. " So, thinking you can go off with another girl, huh?" asked Cindy suddenly, stomping up to you. She grabbed you by the shoulder. You looked surprised. But as you opened your mouth to explain yourself, Cindy cut ou off. " I don't want to hear it!" she shouted. " I'll teahc you to cheat on me!". She grabbed the hose from one of the tank's, and jammed it in your mouth. SHe held it there, tightly, and turned the valve on full blast. Your cheeks puffed out as helium blasted into you, going into your body. " Maybe if there's more of you, more girls well be attracted to you!" snaped Cindy, giving you an evil grin. YOur belly quickly began to blow outward, coming out from under your t-shirt. You tried to muffle out for her to stop, but Cindy wasn't having any of it. Your body grew quickly, your belly surging outward and ushing your shirt up. Your arms and legs quickly followed, even your fingers and toes.A wince came across your face, making Cindy laugh. " WHat's wrong, getting full balloon boy?' she asked, shoving the hose deeper. " You should have thought about that before you cheated on me!". Behind you, your butt ballooned outward, stretching your pants tighter on your body. Clearly she was enjoying this far to much as she watched you expand, her eyes fixated on you, not caring about anything else around you two. People who had been walking by stopped, watching your ballooning body as well. You began to round out, your cloth's tearing in a few places, trying to contain you as helium filled you entirely. Slowly, but surely, you started floating off the ground. " Just like the balloon you are" sneered Cindy, looking up at you as you started floating. It was then she noticed the girl you where with before out of the corner of her eye. With one last smile, she darted off, leaving the girl to find you still expanding, the hose jamemd deep into your throat. " Oh my god, what happened!?" she cried, looking up at you as yo grew bigger and bigger with each passing second. As Cindy was walking away, a loud pop suddenly filled her ears, making an even larger grin cross her face.

Not as good as the other writers here. I'm a bit rusty, but then agian, they're better then me anyway lol. Hope it came out alright all the same

Water/blueberry inflation with rolling is also good. Pretty much as long as it's full body inflation. And I forgot to mention no popping!

I whipped this up really quick. Not much of a writer, so excuse me if it isn't very well executed. :P

(Also, apologies if you didn't want it to be sexual. It kinda just happened!)

Riiip! Your shirt starts tearing under the pressure as the large, red balloon inflating underneath pushes it to its limits. You grasp what you can of your 'balloon belly' with your arms and embrace in a tight hug, letting out an intense moan. The creaks and groans of the balloon intensify as it nears its capacity. The pressures become so intense that you've begun to shake, trying to keep yourself together until the very end. The hose thickens as space inside the latex sphere becomes seldom avalible. The bottom part of the balloon was shoved crudely into your underwear, pulling on the elastics and pushing down onto your private regions more and more with each passing second.

Your girlfriend has been giggling to herself ever since you've started; She never knew how much you were into balloons, so the two of you had spent most of the day playing with all the different possibilities that came to your head: Balloon riding, humping, underwear stuffing, and all sorts of other ideas that ended up being an absolute blast. After all this, she had stripped down into her panties. She had been making sure the pump was operating normally, while at the same time giving you encouragement and playing with the massive balloon that threatened to rip your shirt in half. "You look so cute!" She would exclaim enthusiastically, giving you a gently placed hug and a kiss on the lips. As she was drumming her fingers on your taut shirt, wondering when the balloon would rupture in a massive explosion, a rather curious idea had came to her. She initially opposed it; it sounded too dangerous, and there was no way you would accept it anyways. But, at the same time, she had started growing more and more curious. Her curiosity had eventually overcome her, and she immediately went into action.

"Just a second, sweetie!" She said in an innocent tone. "I got a really cool idea!"

It was the perfect time; There was no way you would be able to stop her, what with the giant balloon impeding most of your movement. She went to where the compressor was connected to the balloon, the hose snaking into your stretched underwear. As she carefully and quietly reached in and removed the hose, she couldn't help but notice your massive member. After a moment of contemplating playing with your erection while you were so helpless, she decided that what she originally had in mind was going to be much more...interesting.

She tied the balloons nozzle and let go. This was the first thing to catch your attention, and you rock around a bit, trying to get a glimpse of what she was doing. Unfortuneatly, your entire vision was blocked by your overstretched, taut shirt. She leaned down and put a finger inside the backend of your trousers and pulled it towards her. Your face flushes red as you feel your bare buttocks become exposed to the air of the bedroom, and to the sight of your girlfriend. She moans in lust, then carefully starts pushing the hose between your buttcheeks. The alien feeling causes you to lose your composure and start frantically bobbing around, trying to move any part of you. The hose squeezes into your bum with almost no difficulty; you could feel the air starting to push its way into your body. The cool air sends shivers throughout your body, your erection starting to push against the balloon.

Your girlfriend starts giggling uncontrollably; your shock-filled face just looked so silly to her as the compressor pumped more and more air into you. You couldn't see it, but you could definitely feel it: A building pressure at the base of your gut. You could feel the pressure starting to become stronger, and stronger, and stronger. Soon, you could feel your belly filling up and bloating out, your balloon and shirt trying to force your belly down again. You start panting, the pressure on your body making it harder to breathe. Unable to stop your body from inflating, you simply hug what you can of your balloon-stuffed shirt and groan, hoping you dont pop.

Your belly must have been the size of a basketball. No, a beachball! You couldn't tell very well, but the bloated feeling of your gut was starting to feel...pretty pleasuring. The feeling of pressure had subsided, your brain getting sick of processing all of the different sensations. It was becoming easier to focus on just your bellies inflation, but you start to notice that the air is starting to displace itself, not just inside your belly, but your entire body! Your arms, legs, and midsection all start to puff up and fill with air. The sensation was breathtaking in a very strange way. It was as if you were actually becoming a balloon! The thought of being a huge balloon was so amazing! So sexy! So...

Crrrrrrk.

You couldn't help yourself. You started to thrust against the balloon, wave after wave of pleasure starting to overtake you.

Ssssss..Crrrrk...Crk...Squeeeeek.

Your body trembled. Your heart raced. Every muscle in your body started to tense...

Groooaaaan...Crrrrk...Ssss...Crk...Crrrrrk.

You held your breath and balled your fists. Suddenly, every part of your body flushes with the most intense orgasm you've ever felt, and you let out an unearthly shriek.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

After a few minutes, your body finally relaxes. You've begun panting, realizing that the hose had popped out of you from the pressure. You lay your head back and look to your right. You see your girlfriend, nude, laying against a large blue balloon. Her whole body was drenched with sweat and she looked exhausted. The balloon was also soaked, giving off an odd shine. She wiped her brow with her left arm and sat up again. She speaks faintly and out-of-breath. "That was amazing..."